i'm just trying to focus and think of ideas, joan and i had come up with some but we couldn't remember them...too many giggles to bother remembering them.
i was sat in my room, after going through tumblr, liking and reblogging posts, as you do. soon, with music playing in the background, i opened a word document to just post down a few ideas, though, as time went by, i couldn't come up with anything, it worried me, i was nervous about it, when does that happen?
i sigh, closing my laptop, shaking my head ever so slightly and looking around the room, only lit up by the lamp by my bed.
i lean over to turn it off, the idea of making an idea still on my mind, which only unnerves me further, as if my fancifulness is conflicting with my anxiety.
but when in the world would my fanciful side wanna be around my anxiety?
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pale || prinxiety
Fanfiction⚠️ C O M P L E T E D ⚠️ i used a pale shade of foundation for a reason. it hides a lot. it hides the red cheeks either from blushing, or when the skin gets irritated from tears. [Highest Ranking: 16th August 2017, #148 in Fanfiction]
